If you search for aloneness,
you are not gonna find
any because they know how you live.
And if you look for remoteness,
all your data’s being mined;
they’re sifting it through a digital sieve.

“Privacy” is such a funny word,
one that don’t apply to you.
Privacy: the concept is absurd,
’cause they know everything you do.

They know all ’bout everyone
because their prying eyes
are watching you from morn to eve.
All data’s stored and not erased—
It’s time that you got wise:
or do you in fairies believe?

“Privacy,” an antiquated word
that don’t apply to me, you.
Privacy: the concept is absurd,
’cause they track everything you do.

They know all your lovers,
they know all your friends.
You have no security as they pursue their ends,
which justify any means
to which they’ll go.

When they peep inside to see
just what they can learn,
you know the Fourth Amendment is gone.
Now so common, inured are we,
don’t even bother to spurn
them; worse: them we’ve come to depend upon.

Privacy is a meaningless word
to the Facebook et al. crew.
Privacy concerns are now absurd:
they track, know everything you do.